Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.